I decided not to follow, the path was to well worn.
The walkers were all burdened with a look of wrath and scorn.
Except for faraway daydreamers and yes there was a few.
As long as they didn’t smile to long at the not too happy crew.
It was difficult to leave them but I knew I could not stay.
There was no hugs or sad goodbyes, just ‘you best be on your way.’
I sometimes think about them or see one in my dreams.
And sometimes they all laugh at me and are busting at the seams.